It’s clear from this sexy Madame Hooch pic that not only am I a visionary, but I’m also an artist.
Apropos of nothing, and without paying my proper respect to the world of fanfic, I present to you my thoughts from re-watching the first Harry Potter movie with friends tonight:
My poly life in Hogsmeade is one in which I use my women’s studies background to teach an intersectional Muggle Studies course up at Hogwarts. I live with Hagrid, my husband, with whom I have no children but we play auntie and uncle to many of the local students. Hagrid’s not into scening, but he’s no wilting flower either, and his love of zoology and the outdoors helps keep me grounded from my overly academic life. We’re poly of course, and Madame Hooch (call her Rola) is my girlfriend. Sometimes when I am feeling snarky I call her my Hooch Buch, but mostly she’s just the lady of my heart, and damn does she look good in (magically created, ethical & vegan) leather.
Mostly life is sexy, happy and fun, sans the near-yearly recurrences of increasingly complicated Voldemort manifestations. I guess the only thing—and gosh, I don’t even know if I should mention it here, it’s sort of embarrassing. But well, I guess if we’re all being straight with each other, Severus and I got drunk a few years back at the staff Christmas party and let’s just say he docked me more than a few House points if you know what I mean.* We … well, we may have run into each other a few times since then, but if you really want to know you can go ask Pompfrey, she’s such a hen.
At wizarding kinky cons they obviously offer a Devil Snare’s 101 class. Just sayin’.
That’s all folks. I started a new job recently, hence the delays in posting. Have a few in the works though, so never fear.
* What I mean is that we did a really intense scene, and despite the fact that I really dislike him and how he treats just about everyone, I have daydreams still about the cold shiver I get every time he whispers in my ear about what a filthy little witch I am.